Tags: mason_gallaway

Storvik-Ship
  • storvik

Departure

Captain Storvik had already made arrangements in advance to schedule the USS Murgatroid's departure from Starbase 668. For whatever reason, the station's officers always gave the Murgatroid priority for departure, assigning them the earliest possible slot in the queue. Thus, their departure expedited, they had already cut the umbilical to the station and turned onto their exit vector when Lieutenant Heavens alerted the Vulcan captain: "Sir, we are receiving a high priority communication from Starbase 668."

"I'll take it in my ready room," Storvik replied, standing up and turning over the command chair to the nearest Mib Khan. "Continue departure. Do not alter the planned course without my direct orders." He walked through a door into the tiny room which Counsellor Lothar referred to as his "ready closet."

"Captain Storvik," began station commander Mason Gallaway immediately, "it has been brought to my attention that you are leaving Brother Lothar behind. We will not stand for—"

"Brother Lothar is not a member of my crew," the Vulcan interrupted, and saw the Betazoid on the screen nod to the commander. This was the first time he had ever been subjected to an empathic lie detector on this station; but it did not bode well for future visits. Then again, neither would the presence of Brother Lothar on the station. "Nor," Storvik continued, "am I under any orders to confine or control him in any way."

"But you can't leave him here!" pleaded Galloway.

"Does he pose a threat to the station or the lives of the people therein?" Storvik asked, eyebrow akimbo.

"Well, no, not as such," stammered Galloway, recalling the two occasions in which he had been subjected to hugs from Counsellor Lothar's mirror-universe analog. "But still—"

Whatever else the commander was going to say was cut off as the Murgatroid's cloaking device engaged, all communications and emissions were shut down, and the ship went into warp. "It is fortunate that I became aware of the Betazoid before I claimed that Brother Lothar was not my responsibility," mused Storvik to himself, "as that would not have been technically true. I am partially responsible for his presence in this universe, as he was instrumental in Evil Storvik and I escaping from the ISS Murgatroid."

He returned to the bridge, ready to give the crew the good news. He had not yet informed any of them of Brother Lothar's absence from the ship.

RPG: Raymond "Mouse" Dean
  • diziara

A Yeoman Really Can Do Anything.

Mouse checked his messages as he arrived for his shift, a couple of complaints from various departments about the changes in the schedules he'd made the night before, but nothing worth paying attention to, and then there was a message from Rob McKay with the promised report attached. Mouse scanned over it, then grinned.

He opened a new message to Captain Gallaway:

From: Yeoman Raymond Dean
To: Captain Mason Gallaway
Subject: Attention: Security Holes in Key Station Systems

Sir,

It has been brought to my attention that there are some large security holes in key station systems like communications, environmental controls, and the transporter. I had Chief Engineer Rob McKay prepare a report of some of these failings, but since these are key systems that Starfleet Command likes to keep consistent from station to station, we have to get authorization from above to make changes, even ones that are intended to improve the security of the system. I was hoping that you would pass this information onto those above you to get us the authorization needed.

Sincerly,
Yeoman Dean

Mouse attached to the message the report McKay had sent him. Before sending the message off, he added a blind carbon copy to be sent to Lieutenant William X. Pendable. He knew that Lieutenant Pendable would make sure this information reached the correct people to be considered as part of the murder investigation, and Mouse hoped this would be enough to help Diziara out.

Storvik 2.0
  • storvik

It's Urgent, Wait And See

Dinner was not going well, as Storvik's attempt to socialize and establish himself as a legitimate commander of a "normal" starship were interrupted with the report that Storvik had been, simultaneously, engaged in a bar fight elsewhere on the station. Starbase 668's commander, Mason Galloway, seemed rather skeptical as Storvik attempted to explain the existence and presence of his alternate-universe analog Evil Storvik (including the unstated insinuation that any havok that had been caused by a Storvik on the station in the past must have been the fault of that Storvik, and not the Captain Storvik sitting with Galloway in the restaurant). Storvik showed no emotion when there was another interruption; but even were he apt to do so, one couldn't say whether "relief" or "further irritation" was the logical response.

"Khan to Storvik," came the communique from Storvik's commbadge, once he accepted the signal. "I think you should come by the Medical Bay. I have something interesting for you to see."

"Is it urgent?" Storvik asked, as Galloway asked the Vulcan, "Isn't he my medical officer? Why is he calling you?" While he awaited Khan's response, Storvik began to explain to Galloway that Khan was a clone of the doctor from the USS Murgatroid who was serving time on Starbase 668 as punishment for a previous offense. Khan, who could hear this conversation over the open signal, occasionally interrupted with excuses and denials ("I was just having fun!" or "Well, yeah, but you can't blame me for that part!")

Galloway cut them both off. "Are there any other … unusual … things about your ship and crew that I should know about, before they arrive?" Before they could respond, it was Galloway's turn to receive a page over his commbadge. "Sir," they heard as he answered the signal, "we're tracking something inbound which the computers are so far unable to identify, because the sensors are having difficulty locking onto it. However, trailing behind it … in space … is Counsellor Lothar of the USS Murgatroid."

"Check, please," said Storvik to the waiter.

Storvik-Hoyle
  • storvik

Just Desserts

Captain Storvik, USS Murgatroid, and Captain Mason Gallaway, Starbase 668, were dining in the most upscale of the station's restaurants (meaning that they didn't have to answer the question, "Do you want fries with that?") Storvik had issued the invitation, as it was his belief that he might be able to rehabilitate the reputation of the Murgatroid now that he was in command, and that SB668 had a new commander with no previous history of encounters with the Murgatroid or her crew. Gallaway, who had read some of the reports about the Murgatroid's previous visits, was somewhat leery of the Vulcan sitting before him – even though none of those (frankly, quite hard to believe) reports about the Murgatroid made any mention of the name "Storvik". In fact, Storvik's name didn't seem to appear in the computer records at all.

Still, Captain Gallaway was growing impressed by the Vulcan's conversation and stories, and thought that perhaps the Murgatroid's reputation was somewhat exaggerated … until a security officer interrupted and handed the station's commander a PADD. Gallaway quickly read the report, about how the primary suspect in his predecessor's murder had been arrested – but not without a struggle. In fact, according to the PADD (which was not tied in to the programming of the station's computer), there had been some interference by Storvik … who had obviously been here, in the restaurant with Gallaway, the entire time.

Gallaway handed the PADD to Storvik, with a somewhat amused and confused expression on his face. As the Vulcan quickly read security's incident report, the human apologized. "I did tell them to notify me immediately in the event of any developments in the murder investigation," he said, "but I didn't expect them to interrupt dinner. Apparently I've been boring you, however, since you've decided to be in two places at once and engage in bar brawls while we eat."

Storvik-Trooper
  • storvik

Way To Go

After some rumination, I have decided that it would be fitting to behave (in public, at least) as a Starfleet captain is expected to behave; and that I make a courtesy call upon the commander of Starbase 668. This should prove less awkward than one would expect, given that the station has a new commander who was not present during any of our previous visits.

I have contacted his executive officer, and inquired as to the commander's availability.

RPG: Raymond "Mouse" Dean

Spit Shined and Pressed.

Mouse approached Suite 42 port side, and noticed that Diziara and Ensign Timmy were already waiting there. Ten minutes early was a little out of character for Diziara, but she didn't seem tense or put out, despite having to be in uniform and on her best behavior. Timmy had apparently polished up his boots again while Diziara had changed into her uniform, even though they'd been practically perfectly polished when they'd been to command earlier.

"I heard rummors that Storvik is back on the station. The computer can't tell me a thing though, I guess Commander Jefferies really didn't want to hear about Storvik again, I'd heard he'd given an order about it," Diziara commented as Mouse walked up and opened the door into the meeting room.

"He must have had me sorting porn at the time, I didn't hear anything about that stunt. I do remember an incoming hail about a docking request as I left command, but I didn't catch who it was. I'll look into it after the meeting though." Mouse hit the replicator for coffee and some finger foods, and laid them out in the middle of the table. Captain Gallaway walked in as Mouse produced a mismatched collection of coffee mugs from who knows where. "Coffee, sir?" Mouse asked holding up a mug and the coffee filled carafe.

The Captain made a noncommittal answer as he continued to pour over the PADD in his hand. Mouse guessed they were notes for the meeting, but didn't feel it was his place to intrude, so he poured a cup of coffee for the Captain just in case. It was going to be a relief to not have to run the meetings anymore. The rest of the senior staff started to pour in after that and fill the seats around the table.

"Everyone here?" Gallaway ask just as Rob McKay rushed in the door and tried to wipe some engine grease off onto the back of his uniform pant leg. Gallaway leveled a look at McKay, then cleared his throat. "Right then, shall we get this meeting started?"

rommy

The new station commander arrives

The space around Starbase 668 was quiet, empty, peaceful even. Traffic to and from the starbase had never been anything anyone could call busy and today was shaping up to be an especially quiet day as space traffic went,  and not to mention the current happenings in the station's command operations center. All was quiet outside the station until a single Runabout dropped form warp, swung past the station at half impulse, transported its passenger over and jumped back into warp in one swift move that took less than twenty seconds.

Captain Mason Alistair Gallaway stood on the Promenade, near the main lift bank, the last wisps of swirling blue light fading away. The man was less than six feet in height. His black hair and beard streaked with white and cut in a manner more suited to a dock worker of some sort rather than the officer holding the rank of Captain that the four pips on his crimson collar indicated. His uniform was immaculate and he carried a well worn shoulder bag slung over his back. Casually glancing about, taking in his new surroundings, his new command and post he took a deep breath and stepped into the first available lift.

"Operations" he spoke, his voice was moderatly deep.

"Command authorization required" replied the monotone voice of the stations computer.

"Authorization, Captain Mason Gallaway. Code; Omacron-india Gallaway 2543"

There was a brief pause, "Authorization recognized. Access granted" the computer replied. It seemed Starfleet had been kind enough to forward some of his command codes to the central computer already. The lift started off, humming quietly up it shaft twords the stations command and operations center, seated atop the main spire.

It had been some time since Mason had been in uniform. The past four years he had been on half pay, without assignment, his last command decomissioned and the one before taken away. He was lucky to be in uniform now. From what his sources had said, he was one step from being let go. As it was he had been shuffled off to a backwater post, which he was still unsure weather or not this was going to be a good thing, or not. His thoughts tended twords it not. Starbase 668 had a reputation within the fleet. It was where the Admiralty sent all of its unliked and unwanted personnel. The ones they wanted to sweep under the carpet. when they could not just get rid of them. This was probably to be his final assignment. A dismal end for what had once been a promising career.

Hopefully he could bring some sense of usefulness to this post. He had read the file on the outgoing CO, Commander Jefferies, cited to be a useless and unreliable man, one who had been booted out of his Exec spot and turned down for multiple captaincies, and now he was getting booted out of the most backwater post in the fleet.

Mason looked up as the lift came to a stop and the doors parted, revealing the Operations center. Like the rest of the station, its design reflected the alien culture who had built the place, though a good portion of starfleet hardware had been added at some point. He stepped into the center, unnoticed as the entire Ops staff was gathered around the central command chair, a limp body was there, turned away from him so he could not see who it was. Within moments a transporter beam enveloped the corpse and swept it away.

He approached the first officer that was closest. A security officer sporting the rank of Ensign. "Ensign, what is the situation?"

OOC: Tag Diziara